After wearing a book, I became a traitorous concubine

The candles in Lingguo's post station had been extinguished, and there was complete silence.

It was Yin time when Shen Zhoulan returned to his room.

Zardo said goodbye respectfully, but Shen Zhoulan didn't feel sleepy at all.The gauze curtain blown by the wind swayed slightly above the head, and the young man's heart also had no place to return to like this gauze curtain.

Chu Ran asked him if he had seen Chu Jing, Shen Zhoulan curled up the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, the corners of his gorgeous eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes were crystal clear.

Tomorrow, the envoys of the Motuo Kingdom will leave the Ling Kingdom and return to the Western Regions, and he will also leave with him, but why is he so reluctant?

The handsome young man reached out and grasped the clothes on his chest tightly, his slender fingers like jade were clearly knit.

The wind chime of "Dilingling" blows, disturbing the silence here.

Shen Zhoulan's eyes suddenly sank, and he supported the bed with one hand and flew down.

But in an instant, his fingers turned into claws and moved towards the uninvited guest with a sharp force.

In just a few moments, the two had already exchanged a hundred moves.

The room was pitch black without any light, but after all Shen Zhoulan was more familiar with this room than the visitor.

Shen Zhoulan fumbled along the wall, grabbed the icy scimitar hanging on the wall, and in the next second, the icy cold blade was out of its sheath, and slashed across the crescent moon towards the person opposite radian.

"Sure enough, you have always retained your strength..."

The familiar yet unfamiliar deep male voice softened Shen Zhoulan's hand, the scimitar turned sharply and retreated, and the deadly force was withdrawn by spinning around.

With a "clang", the scimitar fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

Shen Zhoulan's right hand was still trembling uncontrollably, and his face covered in the night had begun to turn pale.

He couldn't imagine that if the scimitar fell on the man just now... Cold sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead.

The man slowly approached him, and Shen Zhoulan subconsciously staggered back a step.

The person in front of him didn't seem to care about his panic, and still approached him step by step.

There was no way for Shen Zhou to retreat, his back was already leaning against the cold wall.

Until the eyes were covered by black shadows, Shen Zhoulan's body was stiff and almost suffocated.

The man's breath even sprayed on his face, Shen Zhoulan turned away in panic.

After half a year, Shen Zhoulan thought that he could face everything calmly, but when Chu Jing appeared in front of him again, he realized that all psychological defenses could collapse in an instant.

"Afraid of me?" The deep voice was as exciting as ever, but Shen Zhoulan couldn't think deeply about why the man appeared here, and how he knew he was back.

Chu Jing chuckled, and his chest trembled slightly, "Why? It's obvious that my martial arts are better than mine."

If the young man hadn't let go of the scimitar just now, even if he didn't die immediately, he might be seriously injured.

Shen Zhoulan lowered his eyes, and the fingers under his sleeve trembled slightly, especially the right hand that held the knife before was still hard to settle down.

There was no answer, and the smile on Chu Jing's mouth slowly fell.

Chu Jing slowly backed away, looking at him with those eyes in the darkness without blinking.

Shen Zhoulan didn't understand why he still seemed to be trapped here and couldn't move even though Chu Jing had retreated.

Shen Zhoulan opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak no matter what.

Chu Jing didn't force him anymore, but turned around and walked towards the inner room.

Shen Zhoulan felt relieved, and when he was about to escape from the window, the man seemed to have expected it, without even turning his head, and threatened him lightly: "You dare to go out of this room today and try."

Shen Zhoulan paused for a while, but finally did not move again.

"come over."

The candle was ignited, lighting up a small area, a young man's voice came from the inner room, Shen Zhoulan hesitated for a moment and finally walked in.

As soon as he entered the inner room, Shen Zhoulan raised his eyes and met those cold eyes, which were as cold as stars, and he could no longer move away.

Chu Jing sat on the bed calmly, reached out and patted the side beside him, "Come and sit."

"No, no need, I can just stand up." Shen Zhoulan has always been thicker than the city wall, and it is rare to meet enemies.

Chu Jing stared at him without moving.

Shen Zhoulan took a deep breath, "...Okay."

Under Chu Jing's gaze, Shen Zhoulan walked over slowly and sat beside him.

Shen Zhoulan only felt that the previous sense of oppression had returned, making his whole body tense.

As it turns out, he wasn't wrong.When the dizzy world was turned over and pressed down by Chu Jing, Shen Zhoulan's eyes were full of disbelief.

Realizing that the young man was trembling, Chu Jing chuckled, leaned in front of him, and said, "Are you afraid? I didn't realize that you were afraid when you gave me the medicine half a year ago."

Seeing Shen Zhoulan avoiding his sight, Chu Jing smiled angrily, "Why, dare to do it or not?" Mentioning this matter, Chu Jing became angry.

On the roof of the inn half a year ago, Shen Zhoulan coaxed him to drink the added wine unsuspectingly.

In fact, Shen Zhoulan's behavior that night was very suspicious, even an expression of guilty conscience, but Chu Jing was undefended, or he knew that the young man was different, but he still indulged him. Of course, you can't tell him these things of.

His white chin was pinched, and Shen Zhoulan had no choice but to apologize in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything at that time..." He gritted his teeth, looked up at Chu Jing, "The master of the Western Region Temple inherited All the exercises I have practiced since then have a drawback, every night when the moon is full, my blood will surge, and only with others... can I calm down instantly."

Before the gentleness in Chu Jing's eyes appeared, he was hit back with a blow to the head.

In the end, there was only endless coldness left, the veins on his hands were bulging, and with his fingers exerting strength, his fair chin was already turning purple.

Shen Zhoulan frowned slightly in pain, but still gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Looking at the stunning face in front of him, Chu Jing felt as if his heart had been torn apart by his own hands, and it hurt so much.

He thought sadly, even so, he couldn't bear to let him suffer.

The strength of his subordinates loosened, Chu Jing lowered his head and took a deep look at the young man, then got up and left.

When he walked to the door, he stopped without turning around, "Does it happen every full moon night?"

Shen Zhoulan didn't look up, "Yes."

No wonder the young man took the initiative to seduce others that day, Chu Jing smiled wryly, and felt that all his expectations were broken into bubbles, which was extremely ridiculous.

Shen Zhoulan heard the man's sad laughter, her heart tightened, and she blurted out in a hurry, "That's not the case, I only drugged you!"

Chu Jing didn't understand the meaning of this, but instead mocked: "Master Shen doesn't need to show off your charm to the subordinates, no one can stop him, even if Chu is ignorant, it is worth the temptation of Dianzhu Shen to use drugs..." Speech It seemed to be satirizing Shen Zhoulan, but there was a strong sense of sadness in it.

As soon as these words came out, Shen Zhoulan finally heard something was wrong, knowing that he had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "No, I mean that you are my first man!"

The man who raised his foot to leave again froze in place.